Amberton Portal 1//Jack Gay 2//Home Again/Dealing with The Curse
Jack woke up the next morning, half convinced everything that happened yesterday was some...terrible sexy nightmare. He groans a little, starts to stretch as he is waking up, and feels like a wad of bedsheets is caught between his legs. He groggily reaches down to untangle himself from the sheets....
He discovers he has a huge, rock-hard erection. The rangy teen was pitching a tent in his sheets the size of Mount Rushmore.
Jack hastily sat up on the side of the bed and bundled the sheets in his lap to hide the giant throbbing gay cock he's got instead of his usual morning wood.
Fuck!
Okay. All that crazy shit really happened yesterday. Magic curses and bullshit are apparently real, and now Jack was as queer as a three dollar bill and hung like a bull moose. The teenager just sat there for a few minutes, trying not to think, hoping that his rock-hard boner would...maybe go away on its own.
Of course it didn't.
Jack checked the time, and sure enough, he was awake early again, but he felt all...jittery and shaky inside, full of...weird energy. There was no way he was going back to sleep any time soon.
With a sigh, Jack got up and managed to pack his ridiculous cock into a pair of running shorts and headed out to the garage. He did his five kilometers on the treadmill, again crushing his previous best time, cutting eleven more seconds off his already ridiculous pace. That shaky energy in his lower belly didn't subside, and neither did his aching rod.
Jack had missed football practice yesterday, so he banged out some calisthenics, trying to break a sweat, and he felt...weightless. He was strong and fit as all hell today, like he was riding some high.... Which, maybe he was, if Darryl was right.
He moved on to his barbell, packed with every plate he owned, and dead lifts with over five hundred pounds were too easy. Jack tried a few clean-and-jerks, and those were a lot harder, so he did fifteen, then he moved on to some squats and those were effortless, then bench presses. He blazed through more than a hundred reps in about ten minutes, and he was barely feeling it. He either needed to buy some more plates, or join a gym.
And, of course, he kept his rock-hard aching hard-on through the entire workout.
With a sigh, Jack decided that he had to do something about this before he could leave the house. And he had to go to school today, for sure! Skipping two days in a row would be a bad idea. But he sure as hell couldn't walk around in public with...this.
What does Jack do?
Okay, so this sex curse must have some rules, try and figure out how it works
- Look for some porn you think would get you off
- Take a shower and see if you can brute-force an orgasm by jerking it hard enough!
A frustrated boner never killed anyone, get out of the house before something bad happens!